Sunday, August 21, 2016

The beach boys - Sail on sailor

  I listened to this on the way to work...
thinking of Hazel and the beautiful sailboat work she has been doing.  I treasure the small cloth I was able to purchase as a gift for a dear friend.

I am missing my Big Sur and mourning the way it must look after the recent flames.

I am sewing on the comfort cloth and finding comfort in that.

The beach has felt nice.
The healing has felt hard.

The roses bloom, die and surprise.

It is just life as it goes, as it continues.

White rose on a not-white bush
 We'll see if this will post or not.
I hope you are enjoying your days of discovery and just going.

Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2016


Ms. said...

"I wish they all could be California Girls" at least if they were all like you, sensitive, nostalgic, talented and full of wisdom. That's a lovely bit of embroidery waves, and we do sail on despite the tragedies. Love to you dearest Nancy

Nancy said...

Aw Michelle...thank you. Your words and friendship mean a lot to me.

Saskia van Herwaarden said...

beautiful post, so heartfelt; especially love those images of stitched swirls & those around your feet!

Anonymous said...

thinking of you as California smokes, the way the fires make even breathing difficult for some, the way they change our thoughts about the present and the future, the way they devastate landscapes. much love to you, Nancy! the burning hills are way bigger than a rose crumping with the season.

Nancy said...

Saskia~ Thank you. I hadn't even realized the order of the photos till you said that! Ha. I was just plopping them in before the old computer froze again. heehee

Nancy said...

Dee~ Sorry about the long delay, I don't seem to be getting all of my notifications these days. Yes, the breathing has been slightly challenged, but not awful. And you're right...much bigger than an end of season rose! Listened to a program about what replaces what after a fire here in SoCal. Interesting.